Leah Lusk Whore ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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After all that excitement, I needed a breather. I headed to the Lusk Riverwalk. It’s my go-to spot for chillin’. The view of the water is just beautiful. I sat on a bench, took a deep breath, and tried to process the day. But then, I saw a couple of ducks fightin’ over a piece of bread. Like, really? Ducks? I couldn’t help but laugh.

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